Till Our Fingers Decompose Novelas e Histórias

"I cannot let our traditions, our way of life, to collapse into dust Shivers ran down my spine as low, icy laughter permeated the chamber. "Very nicely, darling. We will help you, but be advised; that the road you follow that as no return. Your decisions will echo over the years, and the blood of people you love can very well stain your hands."

An unnatural silence bestowed him; he was rendered speechless for what was probably the first time in his silver-spoon life. He dropped his podgy hands to his plump sides, finally having nothing to do with them for the time being. The deadly didgets on his hands dripped with the blood from his actions; his arms were coated to the elbow. Both limbs shimmered as they reflected the low light from the dancing flames of the nearby torches.

she asked frantically, reaching out to touch him but not knowing where she could touch him without making things worse. Before Myrrak could even try to respond to her question, Daisy pointed at his left hand, the same one that Myrrak had raised up just moments before. As they all watched in complete horror, his five fingers were slowly starting to fade away like they were dissolving or melting. The flesh was disappearing bit by bit, leaving only the white bones of his skeleton showing underneath. The strangest part was that no blood was pouring out at all, even though his fingers flesh were basically disappearing before their eyes.

He froze. Then his parts started disintegrating. His legs disappeared,letting out a hissing sound. Crumbling to dust,no it was like ash. He was drying up,his waist were gone now. His shoulder,neck. Only his frightened eye balls were remaining now. Then after a few seconds,they vanished too.

No, no, no. I thrashed one last time, my fingers clawing uselessly at the fabric of his sleeves, but the strength dissolved from my muscles like water draining from a tub. My limbs turned to heavy lead, no longer responding to my desperate commands. The sterile white room began to wobble, the flickering lights spinning into a dark, blurry drain that pulled at my consciousness.

Loretta looped her arm through his, giving me a smug, mocking look. Her lips curled into a small smile as she mouthed, "You lost." I just glanced at the watch. She could go ahead and smile. In a minute, she would be the one crying. Suddenly, Garrett's expression twisted, and his entire body started shaking violently. He collapsed hard onto the floor, curling up in agony. The next sight made everyone's blood run cold. Yellowish pus oozed from his sleeve, spreading fast. And then, small white maggots began writhing their way out.

“Tomorrow, the shatterpoint—where we redefine your purpose.” They release the cuffs, leaving me trembling on the altar, dripping with cum and my own juices, the hologram still projecting my broken form. The cameras keep rolling, the network alive with my degradation, and as I touch my collar, fingers slick, I’m already craving the final night’s transformation.

They carried on, these animated corpses, smiling and laughing as they decayed in front of my eyes. Whirling around, I began pushing my way through the crowd, heading towards the door, but when I held my arms out in front of me, I saw that the mould had blackened my fingertips and was stretching up my palms. Tumorous manacles encircled my wrists, piercing my flesh and I could feel it inside of me now, cold and slimy in my veins, slithering under my skin. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop any of this. Fight.

Let's end this. ***

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.